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Happy-Go-Lucky
Lucky Charms
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When a Mike Leigh film is released, without question, you should go and see it. The man is incapable of bad filmmaking, and if you’ve seen anything he’s made, we’re sure you’ll agree. If the titles Naked, Vera Drake, All or Nothing, Meantime, Topsy-Turvy or Secrets & Lies don’t sound familiar, then you need to familiarize yo-self with them pronto tonto! They all are rich works that explore the banality of everyday (British working class) life, rife with both heartwarming and heartbreaking moments that are so genuine you’ll have a hard time ever forgetting them. The same is mos definitely true with his latest, Happy-Go-Lucky, although it’s more on the heartwarming than breaking side. Leigh knows how to assemble a top notch ensemble cast (he’s like a British Altman or Woody Allen), and has the magic touch to bring out especially amazing performances from his leading ladies. He’s put brilliant, yet relatively little known (at least stateside) veteran actresses Imelda Staunton, Brenda Blethyn and Marianne Jean-Baptiste on the map, by guiding them all to their first (and in some cases, maybe last) Best Acting Oscar nomination. It will probably happen a 4th time with Sally Hawkins (a Leigh regular player, and last seen as Colin Farrell’s neurotic lady in Woody’s Cassandra’s Dream), the happy-go-lucky title gal, who has been rightly buzzed about as one of the five possible females gunnin for the top spot at the 2009 Academy Awards. Her performance as the appropriately nick-named Poppy is a pure revelation, even more so than what Anne Hathaway done did in Rachel Getting Married (it’s common knowledge that Hath’s a great actress, but we guess she needed to stop being cast as a princess for everyone to realize it). Nothing can drag the lovely Poppy down, eggcept when she sees bad things happening to the students she teaches (the more tender bits of the film). When her bike gets stolen, she treats the news with a shrug and then carries on with her footloose and fancy free day. Ms Sunshine has run-ins with negative Nancies all over town (including her beyond no-nonsense driving instructor Eddie Marsan, another uber-brills Leigh regular) and she tries her best to raise a smile outta them all. While it doesn’t work 100% with the grumpy Guses onscreen, it will with everyone off-screen. A splendid time is guaranteed for all, and tonight, Mr Kite won’t be topping the bill

Happy-Go Hunting: czech out Leigh’s extensive shooting locations tour that he gave Time Out London. we will, as soon as we complete our life’s goal of visiting the Clockwork Orange locales

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Body of Lies
Body Ardor
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The fictional modern warfare flicks they be puttin in theaters these days that star terrorism as public enemy #1 have been more dud-ly than Dudley Do-Right doing lots of wrong. We’d almos rather be sent to Guantanamo than sit thru Traitor, Rendition, War, Inc. or You Don’t Mess With The Zohan again. And that’s what makes Body of Lies a lot more enjoyable than it actually is. It’s nuttin but a generic espionage thriller that’s elevated to popcorn pleaser-land by Ridley Scott’s usual solid direction (it’s no 1984 Apple commercial, but hey what is?), Leo DiCaprio‘s dedication to his role (he speaks Arabic! yet wanders around the Middle East undercover wearing a baseball cap in land where no one wears baseball caps!), and a heckulva lot of explosions across the globe (although Bret and Jemaine are the true Boom Kings). Russell Crowe‘s the other marquee name, but he doesn’t really add much tat all, considering he’s mostly phoning in his performance. And we don’t juss mean that figuratively, since he’s the pencil pushing CIA guy back in the states calling the shots via his blue-toothed cellphone. His lack of presence is made up by admirable supporting work by Mark Strong (also crazy good in RocknRolla), Simon McBurney (‘that guy’ with ‘that voice’ whom we love oh so much) and Leo’s Muslim Florence Nightingale, Golshifteh Farahani. Yesh, there’s a lil Old/New
world romance between Leo and a nurse, and while it may feel out of place with the rest of what’s going on, it makes a nice diversion to the diversion that we’re already watching. The film reminded us a lot of the Robert Redford-Brad Pitt burner Spy Game, which was not so oddly enuff directed by Ridley’s brother Tony. Come to sphinx of it, this fluffy-nutter movie may have been better off in his brother’s hands. Probably would been a bit mo flashy and fun, like Man On Fire and Domino. Come to sphinx of it part II, we kinda heart Tony more than we do Ridley, and that aint no lies, cause we have a Body of THIGHS!

AKA-47: although named after the book of the same name by David Ignatius, there were some other working titles for the film, including Penetration. wonder why they didn’t run with that one? and what, Going Under Covers wasn’t ever an option?

Verdictgo: Jeepers Worth A Peepers

Go-Lucky opens in limited release today, while Lies and The Duchess expands to play at a theater new jews

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Rachel Getting Married
Squirms of Endearment
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It’s been quite a long time since Jonathan Demme made a narrative film worthy of praise. 15 years to be exact, as Philadelphia was his last fictional work of note, which was quite an hamazin’ follow-up to the bestness that came a year before, Silence of The Lambs. While he’s excelled recently with a pair of documentaries (Jimmy Carter Man From Plains and The Agronomist), big budget Hollywood fluff like The Manchurian Candidate and The Truth About Charlie have been questionable choices for a man of such great talent, even the latter being repoopulously ridiculed by Marky Mark and Ari Gold on Entourage. We can now table such discussions as Demme surges back big time with the little ensemble family drama Rachel Getting Married, which has now sirpassed the funtastic Married To The Mob as his finest ‘married’ movie of balls thyme

From a character rich script by Sidney Lumet‘s daughter Jenny (not to be confused with his other daughter Amy, most famous for putting her giant rack on display at the 2005 Academy Awards), Demme throws an intimate wedding party (including such guests as Fab 5 Freddy, Roger Corman and Robyn Hitchcock… guess Jimmy Carter wasn’t unavailable) that’s almos as catastrophic and more unnerving than what transgressed in Meet the Parents. Anne Hathaway achingly plays Kym, the Gaylord ‘Greg’ Focker role here that’s eons away from the kiddie stuff she’s done before, and while you’ll feel just as sorry for her as you did for Ben Stiller, there aren’t many laffs to ease her or our pain. Kym’s been in and out of rehab for ages, ever since a tragic event in her adolescence, and she’s coming back home to celebrate, although ruin might be a better word, her sister (Rosemarie DeWitt, aka Mad Men‘s Midge Daniels)’s nuptials (to TV On The Radio‘s lead singer Tunde Adebimpe). While her family’s happy to see her at first, including her overly cautious pop (stage actor and Elmo pal Bill Irwin, who shines bright) and his cold and distant ex-wife (Debra Winger, who’s been sorely missed in the world of cinema), Kym quickly shifts the attention from her sis’ happiness to her unhappiness, and all hell breaks lose. There is light at the end of this dark tunnel, and the actual wedding is soulful and so gorgeous that you’ll wish you were invited. Rachel is dynamite stuff and is right up there with The Visitor, Mister Lonely, Towelhead and Frozen River as some of the mos touching and affecting films we’ve seen this year

Corny Stalk: Anne, beware of ESPN’s (un) The Talented Mr. Roto, who may need a restraining order cause he’s obsessed with you

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Blindness
See No Evil No See
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After City of Gawd and The Constant Gardner we’ve come to eggspect nothing but the best from director Fernando Meirelles. Blindness, adapted from the celebrated book by José Saramago, may not be on par with either of those last two brilliant films, but it comes awfully darn close. Blindness is about an unnamed city dealing with the outbreak of an unexplained… BLINDNESS epidemic. The blindness keeps getting passed from one poor soul to another, and eventually becomes such a major problem that the government quarantines the inflicted in an abandoned hospital. They’re basically left on their own, and if you can imagine the blind leading the blind, then you’ll have a purty good idea of how bad shiz will get. Luckily the wife (Juliane Moore) of a blind optometrist (Mark Ruffalo) can see, although not everyone is aware of this, and she does her best to make order out of the chaos, while trying to hold onto her sanity in the process. This cast is rounded out with remarkable performances by Gael García Bernal,
ef=”http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001999/” target=”_blank”>Maury Chaykin, Danny Glover, Alice Braga, Yusuke Iseya and Don McKellar, who also wrote the screenplay

While this supposedly unfilmable film may be a bit muddled in the story and message delivery department, probably due to the fact that the novel was written in a stream-of-consciousness prose, we dare you to name another film this year that equals its beauty, or is as mesmerizing or stomach turning and churning as Blindness is. Actually Rachel Getting Married fits that bill, but it’s not about a dystopian society and we’re major suckers for that genre so take that! This is kinda like a junior Children of Men, which in our opinion, could be one of the bestest movies of the decade. This isn’t even close to being one of the best of the decade, but it’s close to breaking our top ten of 2008. Others don’t seem to agree and we hope they go blind

Blinded By The Light: while we haven’t seen The Miracle Worker or City Lights, here are six pics about blindness we recommend you viddy well… Tommy, Dancer In The Dark, Ray, The Village, Manhunter and Blind Date. OK, so Blind Date isn’t about blind people, but it IS about dates that are blind!

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Humboldt County
Puff, Puff, Pass
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Peter(Jeremy Strong)’s a recently failed and disillusioned med student who needs to lighten up, and does so by lighting up. After a one night stand with a singer named Bogart (Fairuza Balk), he follows her to the Nor-Cal county in the film’s title, which if you weren’t aware is HIGHly known for it’s cannabis growing. The next day she ups and leaves, and leaves him with her wacky tobaccy family (Grima Wormtongue, Ruth Fisher, Doug from VCB). The fish out of water eventually learns how to walk on high land and is soon chillaxing and waxing about life with these granola barflys. While it may be a bit more realistic of a pot movie than Pineapple Excess was, Humboldt is like taking a hit from a cashed bowl. If you don’t know what that means, you probably won’t be interested in Humboldt, but if you do know what that means, you should juss stay home and pack a freshie

Building Bridges: Lawrence Bridges makes his acting debut with Humboldt, but the dude has a lot of other talents, including casting Brad Pitt in his first commercial, a Pringles spot

Verdictgo: Very Little Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Rachel joins Humboldt in very limited release, while Blindness opens thighs wide

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Towelhead
American Ugly
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Remember how uncomfortable, yet completely mesmerized you were when watching Kevin Spacey seduce Mena ‘Surfin’ Suvari in American Beauty (no NSFW link here, cause she and her 9-head kinda gross us out)? OK, maybe you non-perverts weren’t as transfixed as we were, but no one cares what you think. Well imagine experiencing that same conflicting feeling, stretched out over 2 hours and that’s purty much how we’d sum up the icky-goodness of Towelhead, Alan Ball‘s follow-up screenplay to Beauty (based off the Alicia Erian novel) and also his directorial debut. This is easily the worstest date movie of the 2008 (surpassing the porn waiting to be made that was The Babysitters and the abortion fun of 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days), and is easily one of the more memorable films of the year as well. Don’t be too scared though, cause there’s plenty of laffs to be found in and around all the squeamish bits

The title is misleading (and so is the trailer, which tries to paint this black dramedy as more of a white comedy, so please don’t bother watching it). Sure, the racial slur ‘towelhead’ is verbally thrown a few times at our babe in the woods heroine Jasira (Summer Bishil, making a remarkable screen debut), who’s been sent by her mother (Maria Bello) to live with her strict old-world Lebanese daddy (Six Feet Under‘s waaaaaaaay over the top art teacher Peter Macdissi, chipping in a revelatory performance of his own) in a very vanilla Houston suburb during the first Gulf War era, but the film isn’t as focused on racism as it is on Jasira’s spring awakening. Her path of blossoming into womanhood is about as rocky and confusing as Carrie‘s was, although luckily she didn’t have her first period in the gym shower. Come to think of it, her father’s a lot like Carrie’s mom (they’re all gonna laugh at you!), cept he actually has interest in banging the opposite sex, unless of course when it comes to his daughter who starts dating a black kid (Eugene Jones III). Jasira’s maturation catches the eye of her Army reservist neighbor Travis (Aaron Eckhart, the king of playing scum bags) and the plot slowly turns into Spacey hunting Suvari round II, where yer juss waiting for something horrible to happen scene after scene and feel really really dirty in the process. Jasira finds solace from all her sexual uncertainty and anxiety in the form of her earthy next door neighbor (Toni Collette), who also acts as a mother figure that she’s badly in need of, but once her safe house is compromised, there goes the neighborhood!

Ball obviously revels in the innocence of the young surrounded by the dark side of suburbia, and even if he is repeating himself a bit in Towelhead he’s still the master of this domain. It’s quite curious that this film is being released at the same time as True Blood, his new HBO show that’s far from the burbs, cause the two couldn’t be any more different. Towelhead is teeming with life, while Blood is (un)dead on arrival. Suck on that Sookie Stackhouse!

Dirty Jobs: Jarisa gets turned on by nudie magazines, and in turn, we getz to get turned on (screen) with a lil NSFWness from the likes of Nathalie Walker (Twaddle), LoriDawn Messuri and former playmate Irina Voronina, last seen topless in the Reno 911 movie

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

The Women
She’s Got Female
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We passed on the Sex And The City movie this summer, so this long gestating remake of the 1939 George Cukor film (haven’t seen it), which is obviously gunning for all the leftover change in the SATC fans’ wallets, will have to make do as our affluent aging ladies be having man, work and life troubles flick. And despite an overly ovarian trailer that made us want to run for the windmills, this new Women pic helmed by Murphy Brown creator and first time director (and it shows) Diane English is not entirely awful. On the other thigh, it’s nuttin special tat all, but partnering up Meg Ryan (and her Grinched face) with BFFs Annette Bening (second hottiest old lady ever behind Susan Sarandon), Debra Messing and Jada Pinkett Smith, throwing in Candice Bergen, Bette Midler, Cloris Leachman and Debi Mazar for comic relief, while givin the men Eva Mendes (and Ana Gast
eyer :) as a bit o’ eye candy adds up to something completely watchable. As was the case with the original Women, not a single man appears in the film and it’s a gimmick that’s absolutely refreshing. We’re slowly turning gayer and gayer as this review progresses, so we’ll end it here by saying: men, take yer bizatches to see Towelhead, and then let them get even by forcing you to watch this. It could be a lot worse, like seeing any movie where Jennifer Garner opens her mouth more wide than our thighs are shut

No Man’s Land: In addition to its all-female cast, every animal that was used in the film (the many dogs and horses) was female as well. In addition, none of the works of art seen in the backgrounds were representative of the male form. [IMDb trivia for the 1939 version of The Women ]

Verdictgo: Jeepers Worth A Peepers

A Secret (Un Secret)
A Titillating Tattle Tale
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Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it’s a/un secret. What is? We dunno, cause we aint saying shiz, cept you should habsolutely czech out this never dull, always colorful semi-true account (based on the novel by Philippe Grimbert) about a bunch of French Jews, and their not so simple family relations, who are riding out the tide of Nazi occupation. Moist importantly, this is the second movie outside of Munich we’ve seen in the past few years that features totally wicked hot actors (that skinny wide-eyed blond mademoiselle from that awful movie Haute Tension, Ludivine Sagnier, once again not in NSFW mode and Diving Beller and the next Bond baddie Mathieu Amalric) playing Jews even dough they’re about as Jewish as Jesus covered in bacon. Goy dog goy!

Ill Gérard: some of the cast hactually do look kinda druish, including Gérard Depardieu’s sirprizngly kinda/sorta cute daughter Julie. here’s sum random pics we found of her in Jeremy Piven’s lap

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Towelhead joins Secret in very limited release today, while Del Women opens everywhere where women live. and although we didn’t get to screen Burn Before Reading, of course wees gonna see it and report back. as for Righteous Kill, we didn’t get to screen that either, but if we don’t run out and see it this weekend, we fear that the word of mouth may dissuade us from ever seeing it. anywho, why are you listening to us when you could be listening to the lady from Eagle Eye telling you to do things, like THINGS!

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Tropic Thunder
The Perfect Storm
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If you haven’t heard about Tropic Thunder by now, you’ve probably been living under a rock or living in Iraq. Well, for those who fall under them two sedimentary categories, this film is a film within a film in the process of being filmed, although some of the events in the film are actually happening, within the film’s world of reality, yet the actors playing actors think it’s all for the film (to put in simply, it’s a Vietnamese ¡Three Amigos!). A confusing mouthful to spray the least, but this baby’s all about self-reflexivity (the faux trailers at the beginning rival the ones in Grindhouse), and moist importantly, unleashing the hilarity, at the expense of the Hollywood Studio system. After an endless summer of middling (Step Brothers, Love Guru) to mostly forgettable comedies (Zohan, Get Smart and Pineapple Express), Tropic Thunder roars in, offending in all the right ways, as the sharpest laff riot we’ve had the pleasure of seeing seen since last year’s Death At A Funeral and Hot Fuzz

You know ya got something mighty special on hand when both Ben Stiller (playing the blue chip actioneer Tugg Speedman, who’s desperately seeking respectability) and Jack Black’s (farting it up as Jeff Portnoy, a Eddie Murphy/Chris Farley love-wild-child) overacting doesn’t over do it, like it has in the last 7 annoying comedies they’ve appeared in. Stiller’s stellar work in particular (also the film’s director and co-writer, along with Justin Theroux?) restores his status as the modern day king of satire (at least until ZAZ relearn how to be funny), last put on glorious display in Zoolander and seen at it’s all time bestness on the short-lived, but long-loved The Ben Stiller Show (we wished he was able to fit the ‘Platunes’ musical number from Oliver Stoneland in somehow)

The film also contains strong performances from Nick Nolte (duh), Matthew McConaughey (finally taking a break from all the rom-com crap, as Stiller’s agent), Tom Cruise (sure to be a crowd favorite as the balding greedy studio boss, who cusses a lot… the cussing isn’t funny, but seeing Tom Cruise out of his element is) and lesser known talents Brandon T. Jackson (the Booty Sweat guzzling Alpha Chino) and Jay Baruchel (straightman Kevin Sandusky), who do a fine job keeping up with the big names on the poster. Steve Coogan (the film within the film’s short-lived director) and Danny McBride (the F/X guru) make less of an impression here, but then again, there’s not enuff room for everyone to shine when Robert Downey Jr (Aussie chameleon Kirk Lazarus, donning some Al Jolson blackface and spurting many a blaxploitation isms) is chewing up a majority of the scenery. Like with Iron Man, Tropic Thunder would be a solid movie w/o the services Downey, but it’s elevated to new heights with him at the forefront. Mos comedies get overlooked come Oscar time, but RDJr’s work is so unbelievable (we shook our heads in disbelief for every frame he was in) that he will rightfully deserve any recognition that’s coming to him for being ‘the dude playing the dude disguised as another dude!‘

National Lampoon: Downey and Stiller both appeared in another Hollywood satire called That’s Adequate. By the looks of the trailer, it doesn’t look adequate enuff to watch on BetaMax. Fo further Thunder madness check out Rain of Madness

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

The Clone Wars
The Clone Lamer
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The Clone Wars is the second cartoon called The Clone Wars, which chronicles the much mo interesting events that lie between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, cept this one is less cartoonish than the first set and more CGI heavy/muddled like the recent movies. It’s basically the first three episodes of the series that will air this fall on Cartoon Network and this serves as one giant marketing campaign for it. If you were a fan of the new films (today’s youth and adults with no taste) and their pop corny dialog, you’ll probably eat up this expansion of the Star Wars universe (sirprizingly the script was not written by Lucas, although it’s equally as refarted as anything he’s done), but for the rest of us Ep I-III detractors
, this is juss more bantha poodoo that will make you want to throw up and wish that we never grew up

You can juss tell that something’s amiss right off the bat when it begins with a Warner Bros logo instead of the infamous 20th Century Fox one, and in lieu of the famous yellow crawl (make your own here) we get (mis)treated to a voice over that reeks of game over. While we do see some familiar faces, and hear some familiar voices (Christopher Lee, Samuel L Jackson and Anthony Daniels are the only ones who lent their talents), all the new stuff blows more goats than Yaddle. Obviously this stuff is aimed more towards the kiddies (herspecially the female ones), but is that any eggscuse to introduce the two mos awful and irksome characters since Jar Jar Stinks? First there’s Anakin’s female Padawan Ashoka (voiced like she was Hannah Montana by David Eckstein’s wife), who calls the elder Skywalker ‘Sky Guy’ and often refers to R2-D2 as ‘Artooie’. URGH, what the frak is this, Jedi Teletubbies? And then there’s Jabba The Hutt’s gay uncle (or is it aunt) Zero The Hutt. He/she is dressed like a Mardi Gras whore and apparently is the third character to strap on Truman Capote’s nasally voice in as many years. It’s the mos unforgiving and laffable thing to hit this galaxy since Padme showed her future hubby the holophotos of her playing with walrus children (Lucas was right, for once, to delete the scene). All in all, it’s still Star Wars-related, so it is semi-watchable, but this new venture will probably work a lot better when it hits the small screen, so until then, feel free to sith thru this rubble

Space Pirate Booty: Padme’s curves were nicely drawn (although not as nice as they is in these NSFW shizies), and the face behind her voice, Catherine ‘Cat’ Taber, needs to have her face, and body shown a lot/hot more

Faptooine 4eva!

Verdictgo: Little Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Fly Me To The Moon
Winged Degradation
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Fly Me To The Moon is billed as the first ever animated movie for 3-D. Guess we’ll have to wait for the second feature to add the adjective ‘good’ into that sentence. Not that this 3-D adventure of three flies sneaking onto Apollo 11’s journey to the moon isn’t cool to gape at (for the first 5 or so minutes, before the novelty starts to wear off), but it’s juss that the flies don’t make for very engaging characters to care about. The filmmakers may have been better off if they ditched the pests altogether (or have Mr Miyagi swat them with chopsticks) and instead concentrate on the astronauts (Buzz Aldrin‘s voice adds a bit of authenticity to the project). Actually, parents may be better off showing their kids something with real substance and wonder like the top doc In The Shadow of The Moon. There is one thing monumental about the project and it has nothing to do with it’s dimension: Christopher Lloyd finally gets to become a member of the McFly family, adding his vocals for the Grampa McFly character

Hot Buzz: we often tout Ali G’s interview with Aldrin, where he informs him about horses on Venus, but lest we forget about his yumcredible cameo in the Simpsons‘ ep ‘Deep Space Homer’

Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Thunder opens everywhere today, while Wars and Moon will open this Friday at a theater near Jew

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Elegy
Cradle Robber Barren
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We’ve only read two of Philip Roth’s books (Portnoy’s Complaint, the gold standard of any Jewish male’s library and the revisionist history page turner The Plot Against America) and seen one movie adaptation (the zzzzzzz that was The Human Stain), so we wouldn’t dare claim that we’re any sorta texpert expert on the celebrated novelist. That frees us from having to finger out of his 2001 novella The Dying Animal turned into Spanish director Isabel Coixet‘s Elegy either hits the mark or sh%ts the bed. Good thing that is the case, cause after taking in this affecting and heartrending pure adult film (we need a lot more of these), we don’t really want to bother comparing and contrasting it with anything else

OK, we’re liars. Did you see Jake ‘Yes, Chris Martin is my brother-in-law’ Paltrow’s The Good Night [TWS review]? Yeah, we didn’t sphinx yo, so we’ll fill you in. In that flick, a sleepy Tim from the British Office is in the midst of a midlife crisis when he finally finds the girl of his dreams… IN HIS DREAMS! That girl is Penelope Cruz, and to us non-movie characters, she’s every man’s dream girl, and in most cases, the girl on the mind of every man during their pre-sleep activities [read: JO]. Tim from the British Office becomes beyond obsessed/thunderdome with her, but can his dream become a permanent reality or remain a flight of fancy? In Elegy, Ben Kingsley (appearing in his 1237817th movie this year) is in the midst of a latelife crisis (occasionally banging Patricia Clarkson, occasionally having to deal with his surly estranged son Peter Sarsgaaaaaaard, and occasionally playing racquetball with Dennis Hopper) when he finally finds the girl of his dreams… IN HIS CLASSROOM (don’t worry, he’s a college professor)! That student is Penelope Cruz, and to us non-movie characters, we’d probably ask her to stay after class even if we were her kindergarten teacher. Ben Kingsley becomes beyond beyond obsessed/astrodome with her, but how long can this wild ride go on when he’s about as old as Oscar Wilde? The questions are similar, but the movies are not, cause Elegy is excellent and The Good Night is a lower-rent The Science of Sleep, which was interesting and cool to look at, but not much more than that. This Cruz controlled mini-genre of men falling at her feet totally rocks, and if there happens to be a third film of this ilk, apparently it’s required to have a tender moment on a beach…

A Philip Roth Reader: Kingsley’s character David Kepesh appears in two other Roth novels, The Professor of Desire and The Breast, where he wakes up one day transformed into a… BREAST!

Verdictgo: Breast In Show

Elegy opens in limited release today

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…